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He tiptoed back into the rental house.
It was already half past one in the morning. Yan Junze wasn't sure if the noise on the streets had awakened any of the neighbors, or if anyone had spotted him from their windows.
But even if someone did see him, there was nothing he could do. In this era teeming with strangeness, who hasn't seen a supernatural event? To be shocked by such things was unlikely; at most, people would be scared to death.
So Yan Junze planned to sneak away as soon as dawn broke. After all, he had already compensated for the repairs of the house, and he had informed the landlord. He could leave anytime without anyone complaining.
After taking off his coat covered in black ash, Yan Junze whimsically thought that it would be nice if the lockdown spirit could help him clean up, manage household chores, and wash his clothes.